Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 79 78. The foolishness of the madman (2)

Under Blake's heartbroken gaze, picked up from the battlefield by the little murlocs, another demon strike carried the wrath of the murlocs, like a toothpick that pierced an apple, and pierced into the Orb of Dominion at the moment of impact. .

   “wrlgmmglglgm!!”

  Bumbleba's small figure appeared so tall in the burst of purple light.

   As if it were also a hero among murlocs, it made its howl louder.

   But the thing in front of it is an evil magic weapon!

   is used to imprison a strand of Garona's soul. The essence is not much different from the soul stone. How can it withstand the piercing of a high-level magic weapon with a magic-breaking effect?

   The moment it was pierced, it exploded.

  The terrifying shadow force was released like a storm, and the exploding little murlocs turned in circles, howling and flew into the sky, and in the light of Sefir's laughter, he was held in his arms by Black, who was walking in the shadows.

The pirate threw out the hook lock, hooked it on the cliff on the other side, was pushed by the magic power that erupted behind him, and danced and landed behind him. In front of him, the broken bridge leading to the tomb of the gods was destroyed by the explosion of the master orb. blow up.

   "Raising you for nothing!"

  Blake slapped the frightened little murloc on the head, took the devil's blow from its claws distressedly, glanced at the character card, and immediately collapsed.

   Demon Strike (Magic Destruction)

  Excellent quality

   Strengthen sharpness. Weak combo. Weak magic breaker

  This stupid little murloc suddenly turned an excellent weapon into a toy decoration.

   "Hey, if you want it, give it to you. For the next three months, don't want to eat meat!"

   He stood up and threw the second destroyed demon strike to the little murloc, Sefir's faint voice resounded in Blake's heart.

she says:

   "You didn't intend to destroy the Dominion Orb at all, did you? Are you planning to use it to continue controlling Garona? You really are a real pirate villain!"

   "What I think, it doesn't matter anymore."

  Blake looked at the broken bridge that was completely shattered by shadow magic in front of him distressedly. He stretched out his hand and put it on his face, with a helpless expression on his face, he said to Sefir in a bad tone:

   "It's been like this now. Anyway, no matter what the result is, Garona owes me a favor. Although it's not a **** profit, it's not a loss. What's more, great things are still to come."

  The pirate quickly picked up his mood, grabbed the Thrashing Blade in his left hand, and held the new Demon Strike in his right hand. He glanced forward and then looked back.

Say:

   "It will take a while for them to come out. I will go to the back to collect a few heads, and those who come here with Gul'dan are at least rare monsters.

   I wish they gave a little more experience. "

   "I have to warn you, if you kill Cho'gall here, it will have a dire effect on the world line, which will not only directly attract the attention of Scales of Quicksand.

   also attracts the attention of the old gods, you know how troublesome and scary those guys are, right? "

   When Black was traveling through the shadows, planning to harvest the heads and experience, Sefir was also reminding him about the fate of Chogall, and the pirate replied with a look of disdain:

   "You stupid young dragon, you are so stupid to even give reminders.

   Not to mention whether I will take the initiative to provoke Cho'gall's fate as you said. Even if I really wanted to do this, do you think that I am now Cho'gall's opponent without Garona's help?

   The guy who escaped from Highmaul, the ogre empire in Draenor, wasn't just a warlock

   I know how dangerous it can be.

   So about it, I'll leave it to Garona to deal with headaches in the future. "

—

  “Shu”

  Blake rushes into the battlefield and happily enjoys the fun of the human head dog.

  In the tomb of the gods on the other side of the beach, Garona, who was hiding in the shadows, hanging far behind Guldan and his group, and heading towards the deepest part of the cemetery, was covering her mouth tightly.

   The half-orc legendary assassin's expression was rather subtle.

   She seemed to be in an indescribable state that is peculiar to women.

  's face flushed, her breathing was heavy, her big eyes were full of uncontrollable emotions, and she carefully observed that in her eyes curled up in the shadows, the blood-colored lines that brought chaos were quickly fading.

   Her soul is recovering.

   The sudden absence of warning almost made Garona cry out in the shadows.

   But it also means that the Master Orb that bound her destiny was destroyed!

   Incredible, Blake made it!

  To be honest, aside from all other factors, when Zhongzheng evaluates Blake Shaw’s adventure objectively, Garona really doesn’t think he can win.

   She knew the strength of the old orc assassin.

   But the fact is so, in front of you, there is no doubt that the legendary assassin has any doubts, and this is definitely a good thing for her.

   After a few minutes, Garona rose from the shadows again.

She looked down from the crack between the collapsed stone pillar and the ruins in the higher part of this strange ancient temple walk.

   This tomb has not been entered for many years.

   There is dampness and coldness everywhere, and seawater constantly flowing out of the cracks.

   And as Black reminded him, following Gul'dan deep into the tomb along the way, the legendary assassin keenly sensed that many powerful beings were left in the ruins that had collapsed for thousands of years.

  The shadow is constantly warning her to leave this dangerous place, and each of the lives sealed here has the power to kill her.

   To make matters worse, Garona sensed the presence of other beings.

   In the surrounding waters, lurked a creature she had seen before on the shores of southern Azeroth.

  Naga, those vicious deep-sea soft-skinned snakes.

   They are huge in number, and they seem to regard this temple as their stronghold. When the tomb of the gods was summoned from the sea by Gul'dan, many Naga didn't have time to leave.

   Just now, Gul'dan and his gang were ambushed from underwater by a large group of Nagas.

   But the Great Warlock was amazingly powerful. He waved his hand to summon a rain of fel energy, igniting the cold sea water, and burning dozens of deep sea Nagas alive.

  Garona looked at Gul'dan's limping back, her pure eyes finally flashed a bit of hatred, and her fingers were placed on the kingslayer's double-blade at her waist.

   She is free.

   Gul'dan couldn't control her anymore.

  If you appear to attack and kill now, the success rate should be in .

   "We found it!"

   The surprise call of the great warlocks below interrupted Garona's imagination, which surprised the legendary assassin. She threw a hook and fell silently in the shadows.

   This kind of thing, Garona didn't use before.

   But not only did Blake learn from her, she also learned some tricks from Blakes.

   This kind of hook and lock often used by Azeroth pirates to fight jump gangs, in the hands of assassins, can play a greater role.

  The legendary assassin fell silently.

   She sprinted in the shadows, quickly approaching the edge of the gloomy hall below, hiding in the darkness and looking inside, the group of warlocks were less than 100 meters away from her.

   And they are ecstatic now.

   They were discussing loudly around a stone platform. On the stone platform in front of them, there was a purple-black ornate staff suspended in a strange shape.

  The body of the rod is very short, only the length of an adult human arm.

   But the head of the staff is very long and wide. Those purple-black unknown materials are shaped into the strange wings of some kind of creature as the decoration of the staff.

   Just looking at the gorgeous shape of the head of the stick, there is a kind of depraved majesty, and there is a corruption, evil, and dark temperament, and within the wrapping of those wings is a hanging purple spar.

   It looks like an eye looking into the abyss and darkness!

   This must be a legendary weapon.

   And as you can see from the frenetic gaze of the Shadow Council warlocks, this is a weapon perfectly suited to unleash fel and destruction.

   They desperately want it.

   "Back!"

   Gul'dan yells:

   "Fools! Don't touch it! It's the weapon of the dark gods, touch it carefully to burn the soul, and it has the seal left by the human guardians on it.

   You can't handle it!

Step aside! I come!

   We will also use it to open the door to the deepest part of the tomb of the dark gods."

  Under the rebuke of the Orc Grand Warlock, the members of the Shadow Council backed away obediently, but the dissatisfaction on their lowered heads and faces could be seen.

   After being brought into this place by Gul'dan and seeing such a powerful artifact with their own eyes, they have no doubts about the power of the gods promised by Gul'dan.

   Such a powerful artifact is actually just the key to unlocking power.

   Then, how amazing is the power hidden in front of you?

   Most importantly, Gul'dan has accomplished his mission, and he has brought them into the land of the gods. If that power can make a man a god, why must Gul'dan get it?

  Why can't it be them?

   The sorcerers who were reprimanded and retreated exchanged glances in secret.

   Around behind Gul'dan, the warlocks spread out tacitly, completely blocking the way Gul'dan left.

   Some impatient ones have already held their own weapons or soul stones in their hands.

   They are all warlocks.

   They know very well how warlocks fight, and they even know how to deal with their peers.

   Gul'dan didn't notice the change in the mentality of his subordinates.

  The Great Warlock has already devoted himself to the unsealing of the sealed artifact in front of him. To be honest, even if he noticed it, he would not care.

   These idiots don't know why Gul'dan must bring their burdens here.

   That is the power of the gods!

   Without paying some "sacrifices", how could it be possible to get it smoothly?

   Gul'dan's eyes were fixed on the fallen artifact in front of him, and his hands were full of fel power, flowing like flames, corroding the seal placed on this scepter by the human guardians.

   This is a key.

   Gul'dan even knew what it was called.

   When Medivh, the last guardian of mankind, died, Gul'dan was a blessing in disguise. He accidentally learned all this from the memory of the guardian when he died.

   All of this is supposed to be a secret that human guardians are responsible for guarding.

   "The Scepter of Sargeras, an artifact that can open the door to ten thousand worlds."

   Gul'dan carefully corroded the seal. He looked at the scepter in front of him. His red eyes were full of unbearable longing and joy. Really, really, there was only one last step left.

   As long as he gets this scepter that can ignore space, tear apart the stars, and open up all worlds, he can step into the deepest part of this dark tomb and touch the power of the gods.

   Just today, he will turn what only exists in legends into reality!

   "Boom"

  Dark green light suddenly burst out in front of Gul'dan, interrupting all the imagination of the great warlock.

   He took a few steps back in astonishment, and the warlocks behind him were also at a loss.

   "Gul'dan! What did you do!"

   a female high-level warlock shouted, and the longing in Gul'dan's heart at this time quickly turned into a chill.

   He seemed to have guessed what was happening in front of him.

   He said tremblingly:

   "I, I didn't do anything, I didn't activate it. Someone else is controlling it! This is a trap!"

"Do not!"

   "No!! I know, I'm only one step away!"

   (end of this chapter)